Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Execution Without Mercy, No Room for Compassion  (Part 2)

Luyang, Shuixi Township.

The villagers of the original twelve townships of Chaojiang were relocated here for temporary rest and 

recuperation.

After greeting a few people, Feng Lan walked through the shed area and looked ahead. Under an ancient tree, 

a spacious, semi-enclosed shed had been built, where many villagers were crowded. Amidst the bustling crowd, 

Cheng Tian Bi sat at a low table, taking the pulses of each villager and occasionally offering words of advice.

Suddenly, a pang of heartache shot through him. Feng Lan abruptly stopped, frowning as he stood still, a sense of 

unease creeping into her heart… This inexplicable and eerie feeling came suddenly and violently.

"Grandpa, please sit down, I'll give you a few acupuncture needles..."

Cheng Tian Bi said with a smile to an old man, then picked up a silver needle, placed it next to the man's acupoint, 

and was about to insert it when his hand trembled, almost causing him to insert it in the wrong spot.

Cheng Tian Bi's expression changed slightly; he had never made such a mistake since he began practicing 

medicine. After settling the villagers, his face grew somewhat grave as he walked out of the clinic, where he saw 

Feng Lan standing by the pond. He paused for a moment, then walked over quietly. Before he could speak, 

Feng Lan turned around first.

Squeezing a smile at Cheng Tian Bi, Feng Lan greeted him, "Are you finished?"

"Yes," Cheng Tian Bi nodded, noticing the seriousness in Feng Lan's expression, and asked, "Did you come to 

see me?"

Feng Lan opened his mouth, hesitated, and then whispered, "I...I want to go back to see my master." Although that 

man had ordered them all to wait in Luyang until things were settled, and then return to the capital together. 

However, his unease grew stronger, making him yearn to return to his master's side immediately.

"I'll go too," Cheng Tian Bi said decisively. "I have some unease in my heart."

After a moment's hesitation, Feng Lan pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, our army has decisively breached Chaotian Mountain. Of the forty thousand rebels, three hundred 

escaped, one thousand were killed, and the rest were all captured," An Ping reported meticulously on the details 

of the suppression of the rebellion. "The Phoenix Temple has been completely destroyed."

"Hmm," Si Cang Qing responded casually, lowering his gaze to the celadon bottle in his hand.

An Ping spoke again, saying, "Your Majesty, now that the Phoenix Temple's main hall has been breached, its 

remnants pose no threat. You can return to court in peace! As for Chaotian Mountain, I will leave elite troops to 

defend it."

Hearing this, Si Cang Qing looked up and said calmly, "You may all withdraw!"

An Ping was puzzled, "Your Majesty, what do you mean…?"

Si Cang Qing didn't answer, his thoughts drifting back to his conversation with Mo Qingjue on the mountaintop 

yesterday. Although many questions had been answered, he still didn't quite understand why that person had told 

him these things. After all, it was his business, not his.

"Three days later, you must have your army immediately withdraw from Chaotian Mountain… otherwise, 

the consequences are unpredictable!"

Recalling that person's last instructions, Si Cang Qing's eyes turned slightly cold. What was the other party plotting 

now? His gaze returned to the celadon bottle in his hand, thoughtfully examining the densely packed diagrams of 

mechanisms on it.

Seeing that Si Cang Qing didn't explain, An Ping didn't press further, performed a kneeling salute, and withdrew 

to make the arrangements. After giving Feng Xiang a few instructions, Si Cang Qing returned to the mountainside 

of Chaotian Mountain—the precipice facing the Phoenix Temple at the back, where the original iron chain bridge 

had been connected. He casually surveyed his surroundings; after several days of fighting, devastation was 

everywhere, and a faint stench of blood lingered in the air.

Standing beneath towering ancient trees, Si Cang Qing casually tugged at his collar, feeling a chill run through 

him. He then began to move around again, carefully examining the area. Last time, he had been in a hurry to 

infiltrate the Phoenix Temple and hadn't paid much attention to other places. Now, however, he felt that the 

mechanisms here still held a certain strangeness.

Following another path, he climbed over tangled trees and pulled at thorns, ascending towards the right peak of 

Chaotian Mountain. After about half an hour, Si Cang Qing suddenly stopped, staring intently at the intricate 

forest above. Just as he had expected, the mysteries of Chaotian Mountain went far beyond what was depicted on 

the map; no wonder the soldiers said they couldn't climb this part of the mountain.

Without much hesitation, Si Cang Qing resolutely stepped into the labyrinthine forest—in truth, before coming, 

he wasn't sure why he had to come up here. But an intuition compelled him to venture into the mountains once 

more. He thought that Qiang Chouci, and even Mo Qingjue, were surely still hiding in Chaotian Mountain. To nip 

the problem in the bud, one must eliminate the root of the problem; if Qiang Chouci escaped, the consequences 

would be endless.

And then there was that Mo Qingjue….

Amidst the dense forest, Si Cang Qing instantly lost all sense of direction. Even the slopes that should have sloped 

downward gave the illusion of being flat ground. Closing his eyes, he held his breath and channeled his energy to 

suppress the illusion dust he had inhaled.

After quietly regulating his breath for a long while, Si Cang Qing finally stood up. Sealing off his five senses, he 

relied solely on his most primal spiritual perception to discern his current situation. Instantly, he realized this maze 

forest was merely a barrier blocking the path to the summit. He began moving slowly, stepping toward the exit of 

the illusionary array.

Compared to the deadly illusions Mo Qingjue had previously set, this one held no real danger—it existed solely to 

trap people.

After roughly the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Si Cang Qing opened his eyes. The mountain wind 

blew bitterly, cutting his face like a blade, causing a sharp, raw pain. Yet he felt nothing of it, merely tilting his 

head back, his gaze shifting uncertainly between the two figures locked in confrontation atop the peak.

...Mo Qingjue and Qiang Chouci were indeed here. Too far away, he couldn't make out a word they were saying.

Just as he prepared to continue climbing upward, a sharp hiss erupted. Caught off guard, Si Cang Qing's foot 

slipped, sending him hurtling downward. His reflexes were lightning-fast. In an instant, he flung the silver thread 

in his hand, wrapping it around a pine tree growing from a crevice in the rock.

Si Cang Qing was suspended in mid-air. Looking up, he saw that the old tree was firmly planted under a huge rock.

With a quick pull, he landed on the pine tree.

◇Cang◇Huan◇Seven◇Palaces◇

Neither of the two facing off had noticed Si Cang Qing's sudden intrusion. The slight noise was also drowned 

out by the howling mountain wind.

Qiang Chouci was no longer the young and beautiful woman Si Cang Qing had seen. Her hair was gray, her face 

wrinkled, and her eyes glared viciously at the person opposite her. "Qingmo, how dare you betray me!" She 

clenched her fists tightly and asked coldly, "Where did you hide Feng Chun?"

Mo Qingjue's eyes were indifferent. Hearing the question, a strange smile curved his lips. "Him?" He thought for 

a moment, as if it were a serious matter. "He's probably been reincarnated."

A murderous aura suddenly erupted from Qiang Chouci, and she spoke sharply... She cried out, "Qiang Qingmo, 

are you insane? Feng Chun is your younger brother!"

With a gentle laugh, Mo Qingjue looked at her strangely, "Younger brother? But I remember, Mother only had 

me as her child!" He spoke inscrutably, "Chief Qiang, you haven't forgotten how my mother died, have you?"

"Fine, fine," Qiang Chouci trembled with rage, her eyes crazed, "I truly underestimated you! So you've always 

remembered that bitch!"

Mo Qingjue lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Yes, every little thing about my mother..." "I remember it all 

clearly!"

"Qiang Qingmo!" Qiang Chouci looked at him coldly, "Don't forget, Aunt Jia was just a pawn of mine! I am your 

biological mother, and you actually framed your own mother for an outsider!"

He just laughed, his voice low, then growing louder, "Mother? Haha..."

His figure blurred, appearing before him, Qiang Chouci then gave a ghostly laugh, "Qingmo, you're still so naive! 

You think killing Feng Chun and ruining my plan will avenge Aunt Jia?" "?"

Mo Qingjue quickly shook his head, his tone gentle. "Of course not. I know the clan leader is highly capable; 

how could he be defeated so easily? It's a pity..."

He drawled, "Your Five-Colored Ice Platform is destroyed!" Tilting his head, he stared at Qiang Chouci with a 

gleeful expression. "You can't hold on much longer either, can you?"

"What a joke!" Qiang Chouci's eyes turned cold. "You think that just because I can't use my spells for a while, I 

can't do anything to you?" Before the other could react, his lips moved rapidly, as if he were silently chanting 

something.

At the same time, Mo Qingjue's pale face became even more ashen, the purplish-black totem on his face spreading

wildly, its color deepening. He hunched over, enduring immense pain, his whole body swaying precariously.

Suddenly, Qiang Chouci coughed up blood and swayed.

"Haha, you slut, don't you know any other tricks?" Gone was his original gentle harmlessness; Mo Qingjue 

laughed arrogantly, the totem on his face gradually disappearing. He glanced disdainfully at the incredulous 

Qiang Chouci. "What? Scared?"

With a snort, Mo Qingjue walked to the edge of the cliff, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the 

distant undulating mountains. He said casually, "Too bad, no more time to play... Mo Qingjue's blood debt, I'll 

avenge him today!"

"You..." Qiang Chouci suppressed her discomfort, glaring at him hatefully, "How could you..."

Since obtaining the Heart-Severing Gu, she had improved the original Gu spell, making it impossible for anyone 

to break! It was precisely this confidence that allowed her to slightly relax her surveillance of this person.

Mo Qingjue sneered, "Do you really think you can control everyone's fate?" As if remembering something, he 

laughed gleefully, "Haha, you want to destroy Canghuan? I'll help you overturn Guangyu! You want to use 

Cheng Tianyi? I'll send him to hell! You want this world…"

He shook his head and sighed, "Tsk, I'll grant your wish and lend you a hand on your journey to the Western 

Paradise!"

Having weathered countless storms, Qiang Chouci immediately regained her composure. She smiled lightly, a 

strange light flashing in her eyes, "Oh? Qingmo, are you really that confident?" Wiping the blood from her mouth 

and licking her fingertips, she said, "Even if you can resist my curse, you can't kill me, can you?"

Those afflicted by a curse are originally those who use the curse itself, unable to actually harm the one who cast 

it. Even if they can resist the curse's power, as long as the curse is in their body, they cannot completely defy its 

control.

Mo Qingjue's eyes were cold. "Qiang Chouci, why do you think I went to such lengths to lure you away from 

the South China Sea and trap you here for? Even if I wanted to take your worthless life, would I need to dirty my 

own hands?"

What did that mean? Before he could think further, Qiang Chouci's expression suddenly changed drastically.

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were about to collapse, shot straight into the sky!

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